"Okay then, you can ask me if you don't understand."
Lu Fangfang shook her head, then picked up her pencil again and started drawing.
"become."
Zhuang Mingcheng responded from the side.
He read a couple of lines of the book and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
After a while, he looked at his wife suspiciously.
"Fangfang, do you speak foreign languages?"
"I know a little."
Lu Fangfang didn't even look up, and casually replied.
Now that they're married, she doesn't want to hide herself anymore. She's gradually revealing some of her personality so that Zhuang Mingcheng can slowly accept her.
Regardless of whether her husband was surprised or not, she picked up her pencil and continued drawing.
"Really? Can you help me read this part? And how do you pronounce this word?"
Zhuang Mingcheng was still somewhat incredulous.
Holding the leader's quotes, he approached his wife and asked for her advice.
Lu Fangfang turned her head and glanced at him, then casually read out the foreign language text he was pointing to.
"Fangfang, you're really good at this! Who taught you?"
Zhuang Mingcheng was stunned.
His wife is truly both scholarly and martial, and she always has something new that surprises him, like a treasure trove.
Some people even called my wife illiterate before; they were truly blind.
Compared to his wife, he felt like he was almost illiterate.
"I learned it from my teacher."
Lu Fangfang didn't say much, and turned her head to continue drawing.
"Teachers? Do you have any teachers or professors who have been sent down to the countryside?"
Seeing that his wife remained silent, Zhuang Mingcheng could only guess at the situation himself.
That's the only possibility, since regular teachers can't teach foreign languages.
"Fangfang, teach me this sentence again."
Zhuang Mingcheng asked his wife for a few more lessons, and then practiced on his own.
Afraid of disturbing his wife's drawing, he took the book and went to the outer room.
On the double wooden bed, Xiao Hua lay leisurely in a bamboo basket. Zhuang Mingcheng practiced his pronunciation as he walked over and reached out to touch her.
"Awoo~"
Seeing this, the little Tibetan fox let out a disgruntled cry.
Zhuang Mingcheng smiled, put down the book, and gave the little Tibetan fox a good rub. Only then was the little Tibetan fox satisfied.
He picked up the book again and continued reading.
As he reached the doorway, he turned and glanced into the yard.
On the haystack south of the yard, the little wild donkey was still chewing, as if savoring the taste.
Its two little eyes gazed longingly at the sunflower heads on the roof of the shed.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, clang~"
Time passed second by second, and when the hour came, the clock on the north table rang.
Zhuang Mingcheng was startled, realizing it was already nine o'clock, quite late.
He put down his book and called to his wife, who was still drawing, to go and rest.
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